Aphrodite Know Best

The French Saint and Queen

Ever so stunning the Goddess of Love Aphrodite stood in her chambers in Olympus, her face as beautiful as ever but her brow in a furrow.

She had been spying on Jeanne d'Arc again and while she admired her lovely personality and goodwill, the girl was downright stubborn.

You see, since the day Jeanne was brought into this world, a red string has been connecting her with a man, that in Aphrodite mind someone that's equal and perhaps more righteous, a man that surely would bring the blonde Saint true happiness, a man that was meant to be lover. A man that goes by the name Amakusa Shirou Tokisada.

They would make a perfect, wonderful couple, and they almost did, if it not were for the Assyria's whore and that pitiful homunculus, the two of them would be united under their faith and love. Frustrated with how her plan in Romania had failed, Aphrodite decided she would need to take a more direct action, she was the Goddess of love after all. She knew best.

She planned to hit Jeanne with a love spell and grant Amakusa with a blessing that would allow him to win Jeanne's heart.

When she had cast her spell, she sent it away magically and it hit Jeanne's heart with a precision that only a higher being could accomplish.

Jeanne had been walking with fellow Frenchwomen Marie Antoinette when she'd been hit. She gasped, legs trembling and sunk to the ground. Her amethyst coloured eyes shined with unshed tears as an unbearable heat coursed through her body. Marie was at her side in an instant, worried and asking what was wrong.

"Jeanne! Are you okay? Ça va?!" Marie cried.

Jeanne found herself unable to answer and Marie found herself getting up to find help when a strange mist surrounded the both of them.

"Ahh, I see my love spell has worked. You must be feeling quite uncomfortable Jeanne" Aphrodite spoke through an enchanted mirror than had appeared through the mist.

"What did you do to her?" Marie questioned.

"I merely gave her the little push she needed. She will be fine; all she needs to do to feel better is spend the night with the man of my choosing, a man that my dear Jeanne does so well, a man that goes by the name of Amakusa. In fact I will prepare a special chamber for them that will help them realize their true feelings for one another!" Aphrodite gleefully explained.

Anger shook Jeanne's features. Aphrodite wanted her to sleep with Amakusa, the man that killed her during her time in Romania, her mortal enemy. That was preposterous!

"N-never" she stuttered out, still affected by the love spell.

"Then you will stay like this until the end of time, even if you were to be summoned somewhere, sometime else you will always feel this heat. The only way to dispel this magic is to spend the night with Amakusa. If you refuse, you will suffer. It's strange that you are denying your Goddess, Jeanne. I thought you were one of loyal faith" the Goddess smirked.

Silence overtook them. It was quite obvious that there wasn't another choice. Jeanne would have to sleep with Amakusa in order to get rid of the spell. Confusion washed over her mind, she had complete faith in God but not to this pagan Goddess, she also couldn't see why she had to go through with this.

Marie watched as Jeanne's mind tried to make sense of the situation. She didn't want her fellow Frenchwomen to experience the ordeal alone, so she made a brave decision.

"Let me go with her please, Goddess Aphrodite" she whispered.

Jeanne's eyes snapped up to look at Marie in horror.

"Non! Pourquoi tu ferais ça?! You don't have to do that Marie!" she choked out.

Marie clasped Jeanne's hand on her own and smiled.